Chapter 588: Asking for Four Thousand Years

The two strong mandrills were silent.

"My nephew only suffered a flash attack and was only bitten." Lao Mo himself was not a man of faith. He had many lives under his hands and was an expert in examining injuries. "Roughly judging, the murderer's mouth had dense teeth instead of Our kind of fangs.”

It opened its mouth and four large fangs were exposed.

"Could it have been done by a prisoner?"

"It's not like that. I remember my nephew once let it slip that he was doing business at the foot of Zhimi Peak. It was one of the sub-mountains of Tianshu Peak. It was very desolate with no buildings. When I asked more out of curiosity, he said Stop talking about it.”

He Lingchuan pondered: "Since the work is so dangerous, have anyone else disappeared in Tiangong these years?"

Lao Ge glared: "My friend asked me not to pry anymore. I can't bear the secret of Tiangong."

He is a smart man and knows what to ask and what not to ask.

He Lingchuan understood, this topic ended here.

"By the way, didn't you ask about the origin of Fang Canran, the general manager of Dunyuan last time?" Lao Ge still worked quickly, "I asked someone about it, and his family took root in Lingxu City seventy years ago. It can’t be found further, it’s too long ago.”

"What kind of business does his family do?"

"Oh, I have everything. When the Fang family came to Lingxu City, they still had some money and opened two shops, a cloth shop and a clothing store. After running it for more than ten years, they probably changed people and couldn't do it anymore, so they had to sell the shop and change careers." Lao Ge counted his family treasures with his fingers, "Later, his family worked as a bookkeeper, worked in a private school, opened a store, and became a prostitute... Until Fang Canran's uncle started to start business again, and he brought Fang Canran into the business. As a result, It turns out that Fang Canran is much more ambitious than his uncle, and he has achieved such great results at such a young age.”

The Golden Horn family is a famous family on the floating island. Fang Canran manages the family's property, which is equivalent to a gold medal professional manager agent. Not only does he have face but also money.

He Lingchuan nodded: "Well, this is the smoke coming out of the ancestor's grave."

I just don’t know if Fang Canran’s ancestor is related to Shao Jian!

If the Fang family deliberately concealed their family history from other places seventy years ago, outsiders would not be able to trace it back.

It seems that the insinuations about Canran's family history only go so far.

He took out another ingot of silver: "Lao Ge, I want to ask you to do something again."

The shiny silver came, and Lao Ge looked upright: "Just speak!"

Once they become strangers, the second time they become familiar, and the third time they become friends.

Mainly because He Lingchuan was generous.

The wealthy guest was whispering to him. After hearing this, Lao Ge smiled and said: "Isn't it just running errands and delivering letters? I don't think it's a difficult task. Leave it all to me from now on."

"Thank you."

Then, next he has to inquire about the past of the Ke family and the divine object.

Those were all from the old almanac almost two hundred years ago. Even in Lingxu City, probably not many people knew about it, and it was impossible to tell him.

Fortunately, He Lingchuan had someone to ask.

After returning to Pan Shanzhai for dinner, He Lingchuan went back to the house and closed the doors and windows before taking out something from the storage ring.

The leaf obtained from the Taoist tree at Tianji Peak in Xushan Mountain.

When the Wenwen tree predicts bad luck for others, it usually gives green leaves or red leaves, but it is rare to give a half-red and half-green leaf.

When he came to him, the gold turned red.

Red, green, gold (yellow) red... Huh, I don’t know what kind of intersection he is walking on.

He Lingchuan held the leaf and studied it for a long time, but found no magical fluctuations. Apart from being beautiful, it is just an ordinary leaf.

Lao Ge said that many tourists who asked for divination took the leaves home as tourist souvenirs, which means that the thing itself should have no other use.

In terms of color, red, green and yellow.

Can he understand that his fate has repeatedly fluctuated between bad and good, which can no longer be summarized simply, but in the end the situation has turned bad, so Wen Shugan simply gave such a result.

Symbolically speaking, yellow leaves represent withering...

Damn it, he doesn't want to die.

It is said that what Hong Chenglue got was also yellow leaves, standard yellow leaves.

Although it was still different from his, if there was a suitable opportunity, He Lingchuan would also like to ask Hong Chenglue to see if Huang Ye's tips were accurate.

Several sages and great masters of the Great Return Sect, including Dongli Zhenren's master Mu Lingzun, seemed to be sitting under the Wenwen tree. Is their divination ability more powerful than that of Dongli Zhenren who understood "The Collection of Passing Waters"?

The greedy divine bone necklace kept heating up. He Lingchuan looked through the leaves and found nothing new, so he simply fed it to it.

Seeing that the golden-red leaves were letting go with a "whoosh", he complained to the sacred bone necklace: "You are like Pixiu, the light can't get in and out, so you always need something to eat, and I don't see anything useful coming out of you!" Except for that! Beggar's version of the Dragon Pillar.

His current situation is delicate and dangerous, and he is in urgent need of help.

Unfortunately, this thing is of no use at all.

What can the big square pot that makes Lingxu City go crazy for? What can it do?

It was stormy at night, and he was too lazy to move, so he just lay down on the bed and slept.

He hoped to enter Panlong City to find out about the past between the Ke family and the divine objects, and to find a direction for future actions.

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It was dark all around.

Is this the Panlong Soul Township? He Lingchuan's feeling was very strange. He didn't feel like he was seeing things with his eyes, but he was very aware of what was around him.

He seemed to be in a huge cave, surrounded by layers of rocks. The exit was far away, five feet away.

This means that the light source is also far away.

There is a lot of moisture in the cave, and occasionally water drops drip from the top of the cave and break into eight petals on the rocks with a thud.

Where is it?

He Lingchuan wanted to go out and take a look, but he couldn't move.

After a while, the light at the cave entrance dimmed, and someone came in and looked down at him:

"It's a spiritual tree, so tenacious, but it's trapped here, what a pity."

He Lingchuan realized that he seemed to be a skinny little tree, with only two pitiful branches, and leaves growing and falling.

The man turned and walked out.

Just a few breaths later, it seemed like a flash of lightning above, and the light was brilliant.

The top of the mountain fell off, and the top of the cave was gone.

They were all cut off by a sword.

For the first time in hundreds of thousands of years, sunlight shone into this dark cave.

The little tree was bathed in the sunlight, and it was also the first time that it trembled slightly because of the breeze.

The man stood between the stones with a sword and smiled at it: "Grow up well, my sect is destined to be with you."

After that, the sun rose and the moon set, there were countless thunder and rain, and countless changes of seasons.

He Lingchuan's vision was no longer limited to the tree body, but it was like looking at a holographic view, taking in the entire mountain.

Although there are many differences, this mountain still looks familiar, especially the mountain with the top cut off -

Hiss, isn't this the Tianji Peak of the later generations!

Then what he had substituted before should be the childhood of the Tao Tree. The person who opened a way for it to survive was probably... the Immortal Shou'an?

As the tree grew bigger and bigger, its spiritual perception spread and was no longer limited to itself.

It grew faster than other trees and had already emerged from the cave, stretching its branches and leaves to its heart's content.

At that time, this mountain was still called Tao Peak.

The disciples of the Dahuan Sect gathered in groups of three or five, often chatting and playing under the tree, practicing swords and gaining enlightenment; many immortals set up altars here and gave classes.

The Tao Tree listened silently.

Many of them had the ability to fly high and high, and could control instruments and ride the wind.

Suddenly one day, dark clouds covered the mountain, not only covering Shou'an Mountain, but also covering the entire territory of the Dahuan Sect.

Something in the cloud was ready to move, occasionally showing a little head and tail, it was a ferocious demon god.

The Great Return Sect ordered all its members to fight back. For a moment, countless rainbow lights rose from the ground and went straight into the clouds.

It was a spectacular sight that He Lingchuan had never seen before.

The first battle lasted for half a month, and more than a hundred disciples of the Great Return Sect were killed or injured.

But this was just the beginning of the bloody battle.

Not long after, several terrifying thunderbolts fell from the sky and struck the Tao Tree.

The tree was blown into charred wood, and the spiritual sense was lost.

So He Lingchuan fell into darkness again.

When he regained his vision, it seemed that a long time had passed, because the entire Tao Peak had changed its appearance.

It used to be lush and green, but now it is bare and desolate, with thousands of gullies on the land, as if it had been washed by lava. There are almost no plants on such a large mountain range, and the few remaining trees are also withered and yellow leaves, drooping, as if dying.

The Immortal on the First Bank disappeared, and several elders of the Great Return Sect stood under the Tao Tree, arguing whether to cut it down.

"It is stained with so much demonic blood, I am afraid it will turn into a monster that eats people."

"Other spiritual trees that come into contact with demonic blood either wither or turn into ferocious monsters. If Master Shou'an knew that the Tao Tree had turned into that, he would definitely be sad."

"Isn't it still the same? There are exceptions to everything! Have you forgotten? Even when the Tao Tree was struck by thunder, we still carried its leaves with us, thus blocking Mulian's magical power "Eye of Truth", so that we could successfully lurk beside Mulian and defeat him! The Tao Tree is much more tenacious than us humans!" An elder insisted on his own opinion, "After the great catastrophe, there are very few spiritual creatures left in the world. If the Tao Tree can withstand the erosion of demonic blood and survive, it will be a blessing for our Dahuan Sect."

Everyone else asked him, "What do you mean?"

"The spiritual energy of heaven and earth has been exhausted. Who among us can live as long as it?" The elder laughed, "Thousands of years later, it can still protect our sect, which is much stronger than us."

The Tao Tree was preserved in this way.

The stars have turned, and another thousand years have passed.

The traces of the demon's rampage have long disappeared, and Shou'an Mountain is still green.

The elders who discussed cutting down the tree here have indeed passed away, and only the branches and leaves of the Wendao tree are evergreen and growing stronger.

The aerial roots hanging from the tree are growing stronger and stronger, and have already wrapped up the cave where the Wendao tree came from, forming a strange phenomenon of a hole in the tree and a tree growing in the hole.

Following the teachings of the sect, the disciples of Dahuan Sect are very respectful to it, and many great men in history have passed away here.

The master of Wendao Peak at this time is the Venerable Mu Ling.

This man has a very pointed head, white spots on his face, and his eyes are usually narrowed into a slit, so that people can hardly tell whether he is asleep or awake.

In terms of appearance, he is really unremarkable and has no noble character. But everyone in Dahuan Sect is very respectful to him.